The trucft Joys they seldom prove, 'Tis the most tender part of Love, Each other to forgive. When When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took No Pleasure, nor no Reft; And when I feign'd an Angry Look, Alas, I lov'd you best. Own but the fame to me, you'll find How bleft will be our Fate Oh, to be happy, to be kind, Sure never is too late. F SONG. ROM all uneafy Paffions free, Revenge, Ambition, Jealoufy, Contented I had been too bleft, If Love and you had let me reft. Safe from your Eyes, I fear'd no Griefs, but then I found no Joys. Amidft a thoufand kind Defires, Which Beauty moves, and Love infpires; No Heart fo foft as mine can bear. Yet I'll defy the worst of Harms, Such are your Charms, 'Tis worth a Life to die within your Arms. To To a Coquet Beauty. ROM Wars and Plagues come no fuch Harms, FR As from a Nymph fo full of Charms ; So much Sweetness in her Face, In her Motions fuch a Grace, In her kind inviting Eyes Such a foft Enchantment lies; That we please our selves too soon, And are with empty Hopes undone. Are but Slaves, while fhe is free; Free, alas, from all Defire, Except to fet the World on fire. Thou, fair Diffembler, doft but thus Deceive thy felf, as well as us. Like a restless Monarch, thou Would'ft rather force Mankind to bow, 'And venture round the World to roam, But truft me, CELIA, truft me when One Hour of Love's Delights outweighs Gives truer Joys than Crouds refus❜d. For what does Youth and Beauty serve? To charm our Eyes, and melt our Hearts? Unless you love, you please in vain. The |